“Ehe, when are you people closing for the semester?” my father asked us. “Soon,” Willie replied.
“You people should do fast, your mother needs someone to help her with running of that her shop,” he said and we stared at each other, I and Willie.
“But what about Mercy, her sales girl,” Willie asked
“Oh, that one. I think she is fine with that her face like what I don’t know. The little waist that she has which was the only beautiful place in her body, she has lost that one too. I wonder who will marry her like that,” he said and turned to the next page of the newspaper. I stifled a laughter. Mercy wasn’t that bad, infact, I had often dreamt about having a go at her. That her butt0ckz my father was talking about was way out of this Africa. It can make a man grown cry.
“Dad I meant if she is no longer working there,” Willie said.
“Oh, she left already naa. I think she is now in school, why are you asking?”
“Nothing,” I and Willie said together.
Making a conversation with my father atimes can burn more calories than banging a fat girl.
“Ehe you. I hope you are changing into a man now. Soon you will be father, shebi you know?” my father asked, staring at me over the rim of his spectacle. I so much dreaded that topic.
“And you should start acting matured too, grow a beard and others,” Willie added. My father shot him a look.
“You with all that forest on your chin, I can’t see any atom of maturity in you,” he said at him.
“At least, I look matured,” Willie muttered.
“You look like a baby bush,” my father said as I drowned Willie with laughter.
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